Newton and the little flower-girl to leave
London, and go and live in one of the nice widows' houses, which good
Mr. Walton had built, near the pretty village where he lived.
Then there was great joy in poor Mrs. Newton's humble abode; Mrs.
Newton was glad for Fanny's sake, and Fanny was glad for Mrs.
Newton's sake, so both were glad, and both said--
"Mortals fly from doubt and sorrow,
God provideth for the morrow."
But the only difference was, that Mrs. Newton said it with watery
eyes and clasped hands, lying on her bed and looking up to heaven;
and Fanny--merry little thing!--said it frisking and jumping about
the room, clapping her hands together, and laughing her joy aloud.
Well, there was an inside place taken in the B---- coach, for Mrs.
Newton and Fanny; and not only that, but kind Mrs. Walton sent up her
own maid to London, to see that everything was carefully done, as the
poor woman was ill, and help to pack up all her little goods; and,
with her, she sent an entire new suit of clothes for the flower-girl.
They set off, and when they got near to the village the coachman
stopped, and called out to know if it were the first, or the last of
the red cottages he was to stop at; and Mrs.
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